Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,14
can get here, the better. Wait, are you out of the country?”
“No, I’m in Seattle. I can be there later this afternoon.”
“I owe you one.”
“You owe me about a dozen.”
He clicks off, and I methodically shut down the system and pull the drive out of the slot.
“So, who is Cox?” Ivie asks.
“Cameron Cox is a friend. An old Army buddy and the best computer genius in the country—maybe in the world. I’ve been on missions with him all over the globe. I’d trust him with my life, or yours.”
“And he’s based in Seattle?”
“On an island not far from the city,” I confirm. “His family is there. He’ll be here later today.”
“And he’s just going to drop everything and come here? Just like that?”
I lean back in the chair and watch her. I do enjoy looking at her. The way her hair falls around her face. I want to kiss the little beauty mark next to her eye.
“Cox and I have been through hell and back together. If you get a call asking for help, you help.”
She nods, thinking it over. “If Annika or Nadia needed me, I’d be there in a heartbeat.”
“Exactly.”
“So, you were in the Army?” She follows me up the stairs, and I lock the door behind us. I’ve never had anyone break into my place, but if they did, that room is the last place I’d want an intruder.
“For a few years.”
“But you still work for the government?”
I like Ivie. My feelings for her are strong, more intense than I’ve ever had for a woman before. And I trust her. That’s not the issue. But most of what I do can’t be talked about with anyone. Even if we were married, I couldn’t tell her.
“I do work for the government here and there.” We walk into the kitchen, and I set our dishes in the dishwasher.
“What kind of work?”
I sigh and lean on my hands. “I don’t want to lie to you or mislead you. If you were anyone else, I’d say none of your damn business and go about my day, but you’re not anyone else. I can’t tell you what I do. Everything I do is classified. Locked up so tightly, only the president herself knows all the details.”
Ivie’s eyes widen in surprise. “So, you’re a mobster and a government operative?” She swallows hard and sits on a stool.
“Okay, talk to me.”
“You’re exactly the type of man I’ve avoided all my life. All I ever wanted was a nice, simple life. Nothing illegal going on, nothing to be afraid of. And I had that—until yesterday. I always saw myself with someone boring like an accountant or a small-business owner. Or just something safe.”
“You can still have those things.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Ivie’s mouth closes, and her brow furrows.
Jesus, I’m a grade-A asshole.
“Of course.” She offers me a polite, fake smile. “I’ll just be in my room.”
“Ivie.”
“I’m fine.” That smile disappears as she turns to leave.
“Stop, damn it.”
But she doesn’t. She flees into the guest room and shuts the door, but I open it and walk right in after her.
“Ivie.”
“I’m not upset,” she says, but tears swim in her eyes, breaking my heart in two. “Really. You haven’t made me any promises. I was silly to think that just because we talked a lot, and you flirted with me, and are so hell-bent on protecting me that this could go anywhere.”
“You’re not silly.” I shove my hands into my pockets because I don’t know what else to do with them. “You’re not silly at all. I’m an asshole for chasing after you when I knew good and well that I could never have you.”
She scowls at me now, and I don’t even flinch because I deserve it.
“I’m right here,” she says, spreading her arms wide. “I’m not married. And I’m not saying no. So why can’t you have me?”
“Didn’t you hear me out there? I can never tell you about my job, Ivie. Ever. I’ll be out there in the world doing some really shady shit that you can never know about. And you said yourself that you don’t want that kind of life. You want a stable one. And while I could always provide for you financially—”
“I don’t want your money.”
“—I can’t promise you that I’ll always come home from every mission alive.”
She swallows hard. “So, what, you’ve just been playing with me for these months? Was I just something fun to do when you’re not